As a prolifer, a public one at that, I deal with all kinds of moms. I had the opportunity to know about the other side of parenting: The foster system.
Foster parents are definitely the unsung heroes of parenting. I always knew this but did not KNOW it until I was given the opportunity to serve. It was sweet, it was heartbreaking, it was worth it. Seeing someone in the lowest part of their little life was heart wrenching.
The foster system is NOT perfect; some kids slip through the cracks, and sometimes it may have been the best thing for the child in crisis. In our foster journey, it was the best for her. Even in her little two year old brain and memories, she fought me hard because that’s all she knew. There was breakthrough and love and a bunch of silliness.
I think of days watching her watch the rain.
I think of days watching her picking dandelions.
I think of days watching her dance with bubbles.
I imagine calico dresses and rolling hills for her to explore.
I wished for more time.
But then I realize that I just put her in a bubble of time that does not change. She never ages. She is always safe. And she always smiles.
I got to be a mom again. I got the chance to help a child understand her life matters. And that alone is more than enough.
Happy Mother’s Day!